"What have I done?" Cowering
the backseat of Justin’s truck, I lay my head against the cool window as Justin,
Silas, Kirk and I rumbled through the Quebec countryside in the wee hours of
the morning. I was ten hours deep into
my thirteen hour journey from Boston to the Chic-Choc mountains on the Gaspé
peninsula in Eastern Quebec and seriously questioning whether I should have
made the trip.
